My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 221 Small Armory

Seeing the secret door that Hood slowly pushed open, Proctor suddenly grabbed it with his hand on his back, and then slowly opened it.

He just stood there, staring at Hood expressionlessly.

At this point, he didn't struggle needlessly, and said coldly: "This doesn't mean anything."

Hood smiled triumphantly: "You are wrong. For many people, it means many things."

Ethan walked to the door of the secret room, and it was pitch black inside.

He pressed the switch next to him curiously, and kept asking last night, but Hood was unwilling to tell himself what was inside, which made him full of curiosity.

The lights flickered a few times, and the secret room instantly became bright.

Opposite the entrance, there is a small cross hanging on the wall, and a half-open scripture is placed under the cross.

Ethan stepped in, and the scene in front of him left him dumbfounded.

This is not as simple as hiding guns, it is simply a small arsenal. Compared with Jaber's things here, he can't get them out at all.

On the butt next to the cross, ten AR15s are lined up neatly.

Above the AR15, there are several cold weapons hanging.

Machetes, nunchucks, maces, and even a few long swords of the Ming Dynasty style.

Looking to the side, there are more than a dozen antique guns of various shapes displayed on the wall on the other side. One of the rifles has a slender barrel that is two meters long.

"Great gift Shet."

Brock and Emmett also walked in, and Brock couldn't help but exclaimed.

When Ethan looked under those antique guns, he also swallowed.

Twenty or thirty round gadgets, quietly staying on a wooden table, dozens of egg-shaped grenades, I don't know where Proctor got so many of these ghost things.

Needless to say, there were dozens of pistols of various types on the other table, and the ammunition boxes in the corner were all stacked high.

Ethan couldn't help wiping off his sweat. No wonder Candy kept emphasizing that he couldn't attack Proctor by force.

He stepped forward to pick up a sword, grabbed the hilt and pulled it hard, revealing the sharp blade.

Putting down his sword, Ethan walked to the door with an AR15: "Mr. Proctor, do you have a license to hold these firearms?"

Proctor closed his mouth tightly and didn't say anything.

Hood walked up to him, said with a smile in his eyes:

"Kay Proctor, you're under arrest."

"You have the right to remain silent, if you do not remain silent, then everything you say can be used as your evidence in court"

"You have the right to have a lawyer at trial, and if you cannot afford a lawyer, the court will appoint one for you. Are you fully aware of your above-mentioned rights?"

God knows how long Hood practiced last night for these few words.

As soon as the words were spoken, he immediately felt extremely happy.

Proctor also did not speak, allowing the county police to handcuff him and escort him out.

Hood shook his head. He didn't wait for Proctor's anger, which made him feel a little less interesting, but as long as the goal was achieved.

In the following time, Hood took the county police to temporarily detain Proctor in the town jail, and then went to the district attorney's office to discuss the next thing with Alison Medining.

Ethan and the others from the Banshee Town Police Station took photos and recorded all the things in this secret room, and then moved them outside again and again.

All the weapons here need to be registered and will be used as evidence in court.

All guns would be sent for inspection. Illegal possession of guns would have been enough for Proctor to go around. If these guns were detected to have appeared at the crime scene, he would be in even more trouble.

For the first time, Ethan felt that moving the gun was like carrying firewood. After a few trips, a thin layer of sweat broke out.

Especially for the dozens of grenades, Emmett and Brock first carefully put the grenades into a wooden box filled with stuffing, and then lifted them out of the villa together.

Siobhan has a mace in her left hand and a meteor hammer in her right. She looks like a female bandit.

As Borden watched angrily, they ran back and forth, one after another, until Proctor's small arsenal was emptied.

The four police cars returned with a full load, and when they returned to the police station, they also attracted curious crowds to watch.

Emmett and Ethan classified the weapons around them, Siobhan was in charge of writing the labels, and Brock hung the labels on the weapons and put them in the iron cage beside them.

Ethan picked up a beautiful long sword, held the hilt, and pulled it out.

Cold weapons are also the dream of countless men, and he is no exception. Who would have thought that there would be several swords in Proctor's arsenal.

If he had known, he would have sneaked in with Hood last night, and he had to go by.

The blade is sharp, and the cold light is shining everywhere.

Ethan took a few steps to the side, and couldn't help but dance around.

Under the blessing of terrifying power, the long sword swiped quickly, making a swishing sound of piercing through the air.

Ethan grinned lightly. If he had such a sword when he was a child, it would be able to chop off the flowers and plants on the roadside.

Siobhan picked up a mace, hit the iron cage next to it twice, and said angrily:

“Hey, Jackie Cheng, can you work hard.”

"understood."

Ethan had no choice but to stop, sheathed the sword, and handed it to Siobhan reluctantly.

After a while, Hood walked in quickly:

"How's the tidying up? Gordon said he'll send someone over to pick things up tomorrow morning."

"It should be done tonight." Ethan picked up a revolver, with that caliber, it felt like he could kill a rhino with one shot.

"That's good."

Hood picked up the longest antique gun and glanced to the side. The two-meter-long barrel was extremely heavy.

He shook his head, put down his spear and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect Proctor to like collecting weapons. Everyone has his hobbies, right?"

"It's not a hobby, it's a pervert." Brock held up the object in his hand. Above the handle was a one-meter-long iron chain. At the end of the iron chain was a fist-sized ball covered with iron spikes.

Hood hit his tongue, stretched out his hand to weigh the iron ball, and it is not difficult to imagine the consequences of this thing hitting someone.

Emmett struggled to lift a long, flat wooden box full of bullets.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he asked Hood:
"How's the communication with the district attorney?"

Hood held his belt with both hands, and said excitedly: "It's pretty good, Alison thinks we have enough evidence this time."

"At least for the crime of illegal possession of firearms, Proctor can't get away with it."

While they were talking, Ethan looked at the box on the side. Apart from some odds and ends, there were also a few folders inside.

These things were all searched in the secret room. Ethan picked up a folder and opened it casually.

After flipping through a few pages, a smile appeared on the corner of Ethan's mouth.

(End of this chapter)